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Her cranky thoughts and worries vanished when she saw the group of "magic sticks" flying down from the sky.
When people from several villages within a radius of 100 miles knelt and bowed, only Yang Wunier stood there stunned, staring straight at those people.
She believed her eyes were right, that these people had flown down from the sky on a "blanket".
The top of the slope was bare, only a few sparse old trees with withered yellow leaves, and these people flew in and down from the white clouds in the distance.
At that moment, the barrier in Yang Wunier's brain seemed to crack open again, and some messy information rushed into her brain.
After a brief moment of confusion, the information began to become clear and organized, and several terms with similar meanings broke free and jumped in her mind.
Immortal cultivators Cultivators monk Although she is short, she still looks particularly conspicuous when everyone else is almost prostrate on the ground.
The first of the four young men in one-color robes who came down from the blanket noticed her. just glanced at her, and Yang Wunier was dragged and pulled to the ground by her mother.
"Kneel down quickly, don't be disrespectful to the immortals," the woman said in a panic.
The young man looked away and glanced at the black kneeling in front of him. said: "You all know the rules, line up, come in four or four."
Selected, we take away. ” Four of them came because there were only four of them who were dressed in the same color.
There were seven or eight other people on the "flying carpet", of different ages and different clothes, some wearing silk and some wearing coarse cloth, all of whom seemed to meet the requirements of "five to fifteen years old."
Apparently someone who had already been "chosen" elsewhere before.
People from several nearby villages brought nearly a hundred children under the age of fifteen.
Coupled with the parents who came with them, and the villagers who came purely to see the immortals, hundreds of people gathered on the top of this slope, but they were silent and extremely quiet.
Yang Wunier had seen these people fight each other with hoes and firewood knives in order to compete for water sources, and their faces were full of hideousness.
At this moment, in front of the "immortals", they all behaved like docile lambs.
In line up in a regular manner, no one dares to compete or cut in line.
The children lined up in four lines in front of the four immortals, walked up to the immortals one by one, and the immortals reached out and stroked the top of their heads.
After one or twenty children were screened out, one child was finally chosen.
It was a six-year-old boy from a neighboring village, still dragging his nose and ignorant of it.
When the young man who touched the top of his head said, "Stand in the back," he couldn't react stupidly.
There was a commotion among the onlookers, and they all stared at the child with envy.
His own father saw that he was stunned and didn't know how to react, so he hurriedly rushed out, pulled him and pushed him back, standing next to the flying carpet that was half a foot above the ground and suspended out of thin air.
Yang Wunier has already known in the past few days that these "immortals", no, are actually monks, who are here to select disciples.
Those who are selected will go with them to the immortal gate to cultivate, and in the future, they will also become monks, that is, "immortals" who are full of awe in the mouth of the villagers.
She had always thought that these were all superstitious legends of the villagers, or some kind of scam of a trafficking syndicate to abduct and sell children.
It wasn't until she saw these people with her own eyes and suddenly understood clearly in her mind who they were that she knew it was true.
She stood in the line, just behind her sister Si Nier, watching the children in front of her walk over one by one, and soon it would be her turn, and there were some expectations in her heart.
Erlang and Sanlang were not chosen, Si Nier walked over, and the monk put his hand on top of her head, and quickly left, and said lightly, "Next." ” The next one is Yang Wunier.
She took a step forward and raised her head slightly, only to notice that the young monk in front of her was the first of the four.
The young man obviously still had an impression of her, his eyes moving slightly, as if he was looking forward to it.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the top of Yang Wunier's head The immortal stroked my top.
Yang Wunier's brain came out of nowhere.
In the next moment, a strange pressure came down from the Tianling Gai, and she only felt her brain "buzz", her body shook, and she was soft to the ground.
Her mother exclaimed, squeezed out of the crowd, ran over and hugged her quickly, and asked in a panic: "Immortal, my daughter" "She's fine."
The young man said impatiently.
It's probably because I had expectations before, so I was disappointed.
The person on his right asked, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know anything."
He said angrily.
"It's hard to use."
The person next to him smiled: "It's also rare, so you met it." ” He snorted, waved his hand at Yang Wunier and her mother, and raised his voice, "Next." ” The discomfort actually passed in a short moment, and at this time, Yang Wunier had already opened her eyes and saw the impatient waving of her hand.
The young monk never looked at her again.
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When she was carried by her mother and left the team, she only thought in her heart, what "I don't know" meant Of nearly a hundred children, four were chosen.
The parents of the four children wept with joy.
Each of the four families received a bag of gold and silver as a reward from the immortals.
"Say goodbye quickly.
In the future, the immortals will be different, and the dust will be cut off from then on.
The young monk said proudly.
When the parents heard this, there were joys and sorrows.
There are those who cry with their heads, and there are those who whisper in their ears and admonish earnestly.
However, the village chiefs of several villages carefully and respectfully gathered in front of the monks, hunched over and said something.
After a while, they suddenly knelt down in unison and kowtowed.
Such a white-haired elder made a big salute, and several young monks accepted it calmly without dodging or evading it.
They urged a few children who were inseparable from their families to get on the flying carpet.
There were seven or eight people on the blanket, and four more people went up, and the space was a little cramped, and obviously everyone couldn't sit on it.
Only two monks sat up on their feet.
The leader and the other made a trick, and the long sword on his back came out of its sheath, and a rainbow of light slashed overhead.
The two of them stepped on their swords and took off into the air along with the flying carpet.
The clothes are fluttering, the bearing is extraordinary, and it seems to have a bit of fairy spirit.
In the awe-inspiring gaze of the prostrate villagers, he flew into the sky and disappeared.
Suddenly, there was a "buzzing" sound on the platform.
These villagers, who usually chatter, did not dare to speak until this time, which shows that the awe of the "immortals" is deep in their bones.
Several village chiefs scattered, and each was surrounded by his own villagers.
That's when the good news spread "What a monster is haunting" "I'll just say it's a drought."
"There are already immortal masters who have removed the demons, thank God" On the way back, Yang Wunier was still sitting on her father's wheelbarrow, looking up at the blue sky.
The blue sky is high, and there are not even clouds.
The immortal cultivator has long since disappeared "Dad, what do you mean you don't know anything?"
she asked suddenly.
Her father replied: "It's just that there is no immortal fate, and you can't cultivate immortals."
"He was a little disappointed, but he wasn't too disappointed.
The immortals only come once in a few years, and each time they can pick two or three lucky winners.
Although they were fanatical about it, they didn't really expect much from it.
Yang Wunier's question, he could only answer it here, and when she asked what the fairy fate was, he couldn't answer.
The villagers on the same road were surprised: "Wu Ni'er is very articulate, she doesn't look stupid."
In fact, after unremitting exercise, Yang Wunier's physical dexterity is now no different from that of ordinary children.
It's just that she has always been silent, doesn't like to talk, and never plays with the children in the village.
Occasionally, when she went out, the children coaxed behind her, and the adults looked at her with pity, but she turned a blind eye.
This kind of performance deepened the impression that the five Niers of the Yang family were "stupid" in the hearts of the villagers.
When she got home, Yang Wunier fell asleep.
Because the fairy stroked the top during the day, the children next to her were fine, so she fell to the ground, and her mother was quite scared.
Her father was not afraid, and said, "The immortals have said that there is nothing to do."
Yang Wunier slept until she died.
Her father and mother watched her a few times, and saw that she was breathing smoothly and was indeed asleep, so they didn't call her again.
In her sleep, the barrier in her brain that blocked her cognition and memory appeared like a spider web, loosening, shattering, and countless memories came like a tide Yang Wunier suddenly startled her and was covered in sweat, her hands tightly grasped the quilt of the coarse cloth, and she gasped rapidly.
Only when her breathing calmed down did she look up.
Low, dimly lit houses, coarse quilts, adobe and masonry clay kang She stretched out her hand and looked at her small palm.
Yes, she remembered that she was no longer a noblewoman, she was now a small village girl in this poor mountain village, and she was now Yang Wunier She lifted the covers, put on her shoes, and pushed the door open.
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Outside, the family sat around and was preparing to eat.
Hearing the sound, they all turned their heads.
The woman with bulging cheekbones who was emaciated by hunger said happily: "You scared me to death when you woke up, I have been asleep since last night, and I am hungry and have not come to eat."
Yang Wunier did not respond to her.
Her gaze swept over everyone, every vegetable, emaciated face.
Familiar, yet unfamiliar.
They are her family.
There was no clarity in front of her eyes, and there was a faint coercion in it, which made the family members who were originally familiar with her feel inexplicably nervous.
Yang Wunier's eyes swept over and walked out without saying a word.
Stepping out of the threshold, the noon sky was clear, and she felt dizzy for a moment from the dim hut to the harsh sun.
She held her palms out of the sunlight and looked up.
The sky is high and transparent, and there is no end to it.
This is a world where immortal cultivators exist, this is not her world, how did she come here Ah, I remember In order to protect the retreat of the civilians, she led the aliens away with an empty fleet alone, using herself as bait.
Overwhelming, layer by layer.
The steel ship is gnawed out of the giant hole.
In the isolated universe, she had run out of what she thought was enough to save her life.
In the end, when she was sure that there was no way out, in order not to be parasitized, she kept the last bullet for herself. gd1806102: